Bold of you to assume anyone wants to make your ideas happen.

Hmph. I know what you mean. It's not something I'm used to worrying about either. ...in retrospect, it was stupid of me to turn down sharing a room with Sylvain. We could have saved money that way. [And maybe the whole mistletoe thing could have been avoided...but there's no sense dwelling on the past.

Then Felix's face contorts into an expression that's somehow confused, annoyed, and flustered all at the same time.] I...told you not to make fun of me. [Because what else could this be? Claude can't actually be...sincerely flirting, right?] You're as bad as Sylvain.

[...that didn't help.]